There are a thousand snares on every hand,
That hinder progress to the promised land,
It’s Satan’s plan that’s meant for crime
But none the less I higher climb
For every test is by my Father planned.
I want to be a soldier of the cross,
And let my savior separate the dross.
I want to do it with a smile,
For he is with me all the while,
And helps me count my earthy gain as loss.
I want to live above reproach and shame.
I want to honor Jesus and his name.
So, Father, teach me how to pray,
And help me walk the narrow way,
Grant me the grace to live the life I claim.
My heart, my life, my all I consecrate.
And gladly lay aside each earthly weight.
My self and sin I crucify.
Lord, help me all my flesh deny
And set my sight to enter Heaven’s Gate.